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“No… no, please! NyAAAAAAAAAAAAHHG-”
You jerk upright to the sound of a woman being torn apart, almost losing your balance in the process. A string of drool drips from the corner of your mouth into the dark, choppy water below-a cold white guide rail spritzed with seafoam and seagull crap being the one thing keeping you from taking an impromptu dip.
Shaking the sleep from your tired eyes, you glance around trying to ascertain the source of the blood-curdling shriek.
… and immediately regret your decision. No sooner do you remove your eyes from the horizon do you start to feel your lunch well up in your stomach again-calm as the ferry ride’s been so far, you still haven’t been spared from your old friend <span class="mu-s">SEA SICKNESS</span>. Swallowing the lump climbing up your throat you steady yourself against the guide rail for a moment, then wisely sidle up next to the massive <span class="mu-s">INSULATED PIZZA PACK</span> currently sharing the deck with you.
The warmth emanating from within the transport bag puts your stomach at ease a bit as you sink into its plush, red side. Enjoy it while you can, you think to yourself as you let out a weary breath, because once you arrive on the island you’re gonna be carrying <span class="mu-i">this</span> thing!
A refreshing Summer breeze brushes past the ferry on its way across the Pacific-its tail-end rendered colder by the sun slowly making its way below the horizon. Idly glancing at your <span class="mu-s">CELLPHONE,</span> you find that it’s already been over an hour since you left the <span class="mu-s">ORANGE CLIFFS FERRY TERMINAL</span>-probably longer!
>CONTD.
You jerk upright to the sound of a woman being torn apart, almost losing your balance in the process. A string of drool drips from the corner of your mouth into the dark, choppy water below-a cold white guide rail spritzed with seafoam and seagull crap being the one thing keeping you from taking an impromptu dip.
Shaking the sleep from your tired eyes, you glance around trying to ascertain the source of the blood-curdling shriek.
… and immediately regret your decision. No sooner do you remove your eyes from the horizon do you start to feel your lunch well up in your stomach again-calm as the ferry ride’s been so far, you still haven’t been spared from your old friend <span class="mu-s">SEA SICKNESS</span>. Swallowing the lump climbing up your throat you steady yourself against the guide rail for a moment, then wisely sidle up next to the massive <span class="mu-s">INSULATED PIZZA PACK</span> currently sharing the deck with you.
The warmth emanating from within the transport bag puts your stomach at ease a bit as you sink into its plush, red side. Enjoy it while you can, you think to yourself as you let out a weary breath, because once you arrive on the island you’re gonna be carrying <span class="mu-i">this</span> thing!
A refreshing Summer breeze brushes past the ferry on its way across the Pacific-its tail-end rendered colder by the sun slowly making its way below the horizon. Idly glancing at your <span class="mu-s">CELLPHONE,</span> you find that it’s already been over an hour since you left the <span class="mu-s">ORANGE CLIFFS FERRY TERMINAL</span>-probably longer!
>CONTD.
